Spring is my favorite time of year, even with the pollen. I live in fairyland, with azaleas, such as those pictured, turning the landscape into vivid, unashamed and gaudy colors. They're ugly bushes the rest of the year but that's a small price to pay. If you've seen The Masters Golf Course on TV, that's how my town looks. Only without the careful grooming or any ticket prices. There's not a mansion or a house trailer that isn't banked with azaleas in bloom.
It makes me happy just to be here. After I dropped Lily off at school today I took a detour on the way to the gym, driving through the in-town neighborhood where I grew up and my parents' former home sits for sale (still -- a flipper bought it). Mama's azaleas and camellias were in bloom and if I had been on my way straight home I would have picked a couple.
I even like the heavy dusting of yellow pine tree pollen, especially when it blows in stunning clouds of yellow from the pine trees. It gets everywhere. I'll find it under my car hood in December. The pollen won't let you escape the fact that NOW is a different time of year. Pay attention!
This is the time of year when everything seems possible. You want to plant flowers, because you forget how hot it gets in the summer and how fast the weeds grow and how you forgot to water them last July during the drought and they all died. You forget your failures this time of year, and plant again.
And maybe that is the true reality. Anything is possible. Plant, hope and don't forget to water.
Oh boy, Anne. Thank you, I’ve really missed coming here of late.
Posted by: Angry | April 11, 2008 at 10:25 AM
Oh I love flowers and I love Spring too :)
Posted by: Liza's Eyeview | April 11, 2008 at 01:57 PM